Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DJ Sneak to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gories,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Green,
Wings,
K-Klass,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cybotron,
Chrome,
A Certain Ratio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
cv313,
The J.B.'s,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Cluster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Desert Stars,
Index,
The Human League,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
Supertramp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Steve Hackett,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Neil Young,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Bobby Womack,
the Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Bang On A Can,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.